Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Downfall - An Erotic Invasion: 14

Lisa watched helplessly as he walked over to her car, and pulled Margaret out without any resistance before

walking her back over towards his car with the friend in tow. Lisa couldn't quite hear what he was telling her, but

once she was in the headlights, she began stripping off her clothes without offering any sort of resistance so Lisa

could see everything. It only occurred to her once her friend was down to her bra and panties that he'd brought

Margaret to the hood of his cruiser so he could torment her. He was going to force her to watch as he did

unspeakable things to her friend while she was powerless to stop it. That impotent rage flowed through her even

more powerfully when he bent her over at the waist and shoved his alien cock inside the poor girl without any

preamble or foreplay.

Lisa couldn't see when he entered her friend, but it was impossible to miss the moment he did. One moment

Margaret's face was slack and full of lust, and the next her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in

a moan that was audible even through the closed windows. Lisa didn't have to see what was happening to know

exactly what he was doing to her friend though. It had been burned indelibly into her mind when she'd watched

Chad fuck one of those terrible eggs into her mom. She started to cry then, but she couldn't turn away. "I'm so

sorry Margaret." she said, barely above a whisper, "I tried. | tried so hard to save someone, but | couldn't."

Margaret didn't hear her though. She was past understanding or caring. The vacant glassy look in her eyes made

it clear that her whole world centered on what that monster was doing to her pussy while she just lay there,

battered by wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. It was a heartbreaking sight, and Lisa tried to get angry at it. She

wanted to feel rage at the way he was using her friend and rubbing it in her face, but all she could do was

squeeze her legs together and try to ignore the rising desire building up inside her. "You see how much she loves

my dick?" he yelled while he continued to pound her friend. "You love it, don't you slut. Tell your friend how much

you wantto claim your womb." "Oh fuck Lisa..." she panted, trying to talk before another orgasm shattered

her train of thought. "It's like... It's Ahhhhhh... " In this moment she was actually grateful for the handcuffs he'd

put on her. Being forced to watch this was bad enough, but she knew that if she'd been able to, she'd be playing

with herself to this sick little show. It was a terrible thought, but an irresistible one all the same.

"Soon she's going to be just another broodmare for our queen," he grunted, obviously getting close. Lisa

imagined that egg moving a little closer to her friend's womb with every thrust. She couldn't help it. She wanted

to close her eyes and cry, or kick out the window and try to escape, but all she could do was watch her friend

take his abuse and imagine that terrible golf ball sized alien invader traveling inexorably to her very center.

When it reached it, and squeezed past her cervix, both Margaret and the Police officer gasped and moaned in an

ecstasy she prayed she would never know, and for a couple minutes he just leaned on her, crushing her against

the hood of the car while they both gasped for breath. When it was done, he buttoned up his pants and then half

dragged, and half carried Margaret's nearly insensible form to the backseat of his cruiser before pouring her in

without bothering to put her clothes back on. "Your friend looks lonely," he said sardonically. "Why don't you give

her a taste of all the bliss | shared with you. It's a long drive back to town, and you girls need something to pass

the time..."

Margaret perked up a little, and smiled weakly at Lisa then. "Of course..." she whimpered. Lisa wanted to push

her away then... to retreat as far as she could in the back seat from her friend. This wasn't her choice afterall,

and she shouldn't take advantage of her in this state. She couldn't though. She was weak, and as soon as

Margaret leaned over to kiss Lisa, she kissed her back hungrily. Something terrible was about to happen to her

too, and in this moment all she wanted to do was drown herself in her friend's embrace one more time.

The drive back to town took twenty minutes, even at night on the nearly deserted highway, but Lisa didn't

remember any of it. One moment Margaret was leaning towards her, already lost to the daze of pleasure and

perversion that had been inflicted on her, and in the next they were pulling up to the Heritage Inn on the south

side of town. Lisa should have used that tto try to escape or to formulate a plan or something. She didn't

though. She couldn't take her eyes off of her friend as Margaret's fingers and mouth wandered her body doing

just what she'd been ordered to do: give her a taste of the pleasure that had been inflicted on her so recently.

It was a darker and more perverted version of the make out session they'd shared only hours ago. Last time

they'd attempted to find a private moment of safety in each other's arms, but this tLisa was handcuffed, and

Margaret had no say in the matter while the awful police officer that had captured them watched in the rearview

mirror on the whole ride back. Even though Lisa knew she should have been appalled by everything on that list,

when they were combined with Margaret's hungry mouth, it just made her cum twice as hard as she had earlier

that night. She was an exhausted mess by the tthey finally pulled to a stop at the hotel.

The Heritage was supposed to be the nicest hotel in town, but Lisa had never been inside until the officer yanked

her out of the back seat and marched her into the lobby with Margaret following along meekly behind them both.

"Won't you letat least cover up a little?" Lisa asked, making her captor laugh. Her shirt was completely

unbuttoned, her bra was askew, and her leggings were still on the backseat of the cop car, leaving her only her

panties to protect her from the gaze of strangers.

"Honey - you're lucky | let you wear any clothes at all," he said. "It's not like you'll be needing them where you're

going."

"Not even my shoes?" she protested, shivering at the chill night air and the cold ground as she tried not to stub

her toes while he forced her forward.

"One more word and I'll have you strip down naked right here slut." He answered, the mirth in his voice slowly

being edged out by annoyance. "The queen said | had to bring you in with your virginity intact. She didn't say

anything about your modesty."

Lisa bit her tongue, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. It wasn't an idle threat. It was just one

more indignity she was going to have to suffer through until she could figure out a way to escape from this

terrible situation she told herself. That philosophical outlook lasted less than a minute. In the lobby there were

several men watching two heavily pregnant women awkwardly try to 69 for their amusement, and as Lisa walked

past, their heads swiveled in unison, to follow her barely covered body like she was on the menu. She actually

did the unthinkable and pulled slightly closer to her captor in that moment making him laugh again.

"Relax Lisa. They aren't allowed to take a turn any more than | am." he said, "Your pussy belongs to the queen

now."

"What's she going to do to me?" Lisa asked, swallowing hard.

"How should | know?" the officer answered. "I just hope she letswatch." A shiver ran down Lisa's spine at

that idea. Not only was an alien going to do something awful to her, but she was going to let guys like this

watch? It was an awful fate, and she wished for the hundredth tthat she'd let Chad take her instead. If she'd

let him make her feel special instead, maybe then she wouldn't be marching down a hallway like the condemned

prisoner she was.

The further they walked, the stranger things got though. Other than the men toying with those poor women in

the lobby, the room had been empty. There was no one at the front desk, and many of the doors in the halls they

walked down were open. Most looked empty, but scontained women getting fucked, or laying their

contentedly stroking their bellies. The vacant look in their eyes made it look like they'd been drugged, but Lisa

wasn't so sure. Margaret looked like that too now, and besides worrying about what was about to happen to her,

it was the only thing that concerned her. Was it ssort of opiate she wondered, or had the pleasure she'd

endured caused ssort of lasting damage? Would she be like this from now on? It was a deeply troubling

thought, but not as troubling as the scene on the other side of the glass doors they were walking towards.